Windy Hills

[crow.]

Archipelago
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Shark ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
He/Him | Barn Cat | 45 moons | Outsider
'Maybe if i were to kill the most important people in your life- everyone you ever loved, maybe you'll have some idea how I feel!'

``That's a good hypothesis, but you're already too late.``

'What..?'

``Everyone you're talking about has already been killed. I've been around longer than you have, kid. I've seen my share of troubles. Taken my own revenge too, it leads nowhere.``

Purrks: Kitty Softpaws (T1

2 ) [ACTIVE] Bilingual (T2) [INACTIVE] One with the Warren [INACTIVE]
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Archipelago had watched the entire encounter, his sharp gaze watching as he padded up from behind the patrol, ears pricking as he looked at them. "It seems lassie like yall." He grunted his voice sounded deep and commanding, eyes gleaming with no ill-will or malice as he passed by. He must of been as scarred in not more so than most of these cats on the patrol, he was covered in them almost as if he had barely any fur left.
@Moonraven // @/everyone

[namen_roodles]

COBRA
Windy hills barn cat | 23 Moons | Tall, black tom with long fur and amber eyes
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Cobra dozed in the rafters, high above the barn. He never saw the clan cats enter, nor woke to the smell slowly seeping up. It wasn't until a call rang out that he woke. An unfamiliar voice. Amber eyes flicked open and he rose to his paws, walking along the beam far above until he was above his favorite horse's stall door so he could drop down onto it, but did not continue further, opting to instead crouch down where he was. He would hold this perch until he needed to move.

What was going on? The black mainecoon focused on the one in the center, but carefully counted as many unfamiliar forms as he could. He didn't know who this was, but he quickly recognized the shared scent of the clan that had visited before. The one that had called them... She held a certain air of authority. An air that Hawkfur hadn't. His tail tip twitched back and forth as she continued speaking.

Work to do? What kind of work did these clan cats have here? The black mainecoon narrowed his eyes slightly. The back and forth statements of who owned what land came to mind very quickly. This stranger walking in and promising the others that they could explore later irked him in a way. Hidden on the horse side of the stall, his tail tip twitched back and forth. He wanted to believe that this was just another friendly visit. He wanted to be open to their curiosities. There had been a bit of hope that the Barn and Clan cats could co-exist lingering somewhere in Cobra's mind from how things had gone during Hawkfur and his group's visit.

"Welcome to our home," He mewed from his post, keeping his voice cautiously friendly and hoping to impose that it was their space in a non-hostile way. He had heard Arc's comment about the dog. Not that he really trusted the silly creature's judgement. Lassie liked everything that didn't endanger the sheep. The no-furs, the sheep themselves, the barn cats, the horses...

@Moonraven | @/everyone else

[Nahbois]

Candycane
|| She/her || 51 Moons || Barn Cat ||

Candycane had been outside the barn, loafing by the entrance and staring up at the sky. Lost in thought, of memories of her past that brought her here to the barn. It was the first time she had really lived with other cats since she was a kit, and she had to admit, there were some very nice perks to it. Though it brought many challenges with it as well. They all weren't on the same wavelength on some ideas. Most of the time it was hardly an issue. With their neighbors, though? Candy couldn't help but sigh.


Her nose caught whiff of an unfamiliar scent. Moments later her ears twitch as she hears an unfamiliar voice. Think of them and they shall appear. Who else could it be? The flame point she-cat slowly pushed herself to her feet, though paused when she saw how many of them there were. Oh dear, she had a bad feeling in her stomach. Maybe she worried too much. Candy was friendly on the outside surely, but cautious.


"Pleasure to meet you, clan cats." Candy greeted once she got close. Almost all of them were unfamiliar pelts. She even bowed her head to the one on the hay bale, presumably the leader of this group. A quick glance was spared for Cobra and Arc, mostly to note that they also showed up. "Might we know what work you're looking to do? Can't help but be curious when you put it like that."

( @Moonraven - Twilightstar, @namen_roodles and @crow. - Cobra and Arc mentions, @/everyone else who's been pinged)

[Fenrir]

⋆⁺‧₊☽The Wind’s Lament☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Moorsong-☆
[She/Her]
{21 Moons}
~Straight~
"You drew stars around my scars"
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The silver molly followed along with the rest of the patrol as the approached the Windy Hills once more. She stood still as Lassie sniffed her, passing by her a little quicker than the others. Maybe recognizing her from the last patrol. She stiffened slightly when Arc spoke, but she let herself relax, fur laying flat. She noticed a few familiar pelts, between Candy Cane and Cobra, Arc as well. She remained quiet, but she met each of the barn cats with a cold silver stare. The usually warm and gentle queen's mind raced with thoughts of battle. Something she didn't want to happen. However, that was in StarClan's paws.

@/Barn Cats @/Patrol

[goodacacia]

Rookpaw
♜ WindClan Apprentice | 9 moons

"Hey-" She replied to Shrikepaw, mentally and physically bracing for the headbutt that was incoming. She knew it was going to happen and happen it did, just like always. In some ways, the little routine and habits Shrikepaw had was rather comforting and, despite being not the biggest fan of physical contact, Rookpaw hoped that her sister wouldn't change.

The slender apprentice nodded awkwardly at the warrior(Birchfawn) who joined them before another headbutt came her way. Woah- stars! Rookpaw turned around to come face to face with- her brother. Okay, Shrikepaw was one thing, but getting a headbutt from Leechscar was just strange to Rookpaw. Her face morphed from shocked to confused to...whatever the heck the she was feeling at that moment. Nevermind. She'd hardly seen her brother at all lately. He's probably doing all the fancy work stuff with Mother, or something like that. Oh the peril and danger surrounding their clan, namely the twoleg contraption- and then there was this barn.

"Say, Leechscar. You seem pretty happy for someone who's just going to talk to the barn cats." Rookpaw started as they made their way down to the barn, but her voice deceived her and spilled the anticipation she had on her mind. She was certainly chattier than usual. The excitement of something new has her on the edge of her seat for answers. "Think there'll be a fight?"

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They've made their way down to the "barn" which honestly was a giant, weird structure. Rookpaw didn't know what she'd expect but this...this was certainly...not her cup of tea. And furthermore, the mutt that stood too close to Mother repulsed the apprentice. Rookpaw dug her claws into the dirt, inching away from it's sniffling nose before it left as fast as it had arrived.

She followed Mother and the other patrol members into the barn, and settled herself down neatly, facing the barn cats that joined them. Her mismatched eyes narrowed slightly when they welcomed her clan into their home. The audacity? This "home" was on WindClan territory and it was very much WindClan's turf. But she kept her maw shut. If Mother wants a talk, a talk it shall be. Rookpaw knew if she said anything, it'll end with a fight or someone crying.

[ @Moonraven | @sleepyyjax | @Undertaker | @Aroogi | @/everyone else here ]

[Aroogi]

BIRCHFAWN
❀∗ [ he/him | WindClan Warrior | 17 moons ] ∗❀
✿⋆ [ Apprentice(s): Shrikepaw ] ⋆✿
✿⋆ [ The Collector | N/A | N/A ] ⋆✿
♡▹ The Warm-Hearted ◂♡

The young tom followed the patrol and stiffened as the dog came by to sniff him. He didn't like it this close - not one bit. He sat down below Twilightstar and licked his paw and drew it over his ear. If any one of these cats made a move on his leader or his clan - he wouldn't hesitate to send them packing to wherever they came from.

↠ [ Twilightstar | @/moonraven ]
↠ [ Everyone Else | @/tags ]

[sleepyyjax]

Shrikepaw
she/her - 9 moons

Oh, whoopsies, Leechscar heard that. She didn't mean he wans't fun, he's just... Um... Errr..... A little serious. But, he was her brother, nonetheless! And being her brother made him fun. "You're not not fun! Just, er, more friends equals more fun!" She chirped, covering up her comment as best she could. The last part of his response confused her, though... A stick in the mud? What did that mean? Leechscar was clearly not a stick, and WindClan's clearing wasn't a very muddy place, plus she'd never seen Leechscar play in mud. Not once! "Of course you're not a stick in some mud, you're a cat, on some grass silly!" she tilted her head in genuine confusion, having never heard the idiom before. Maybe it was a kind of joke? Perhaps Leechscar was more fun than she'd realised, what with all his silly words and weird sayings. Then Rookpaw mentioned a fight, and her attention entirely shifted. Shrikepaw's fur stood on end - that would be exciting. Ma better let her stay, if there was one! She needed to showcase her new Crowtooth skills and impress her.

The barn was huge (to Shrikepaw at least) and they caught sight of it long before they arrived at their destination. Birchfawn went to sit near Twilightstar, but Shrikepaw stayed by her sister and brother, as instructed. They were getting closer and closer now, when - don't move. What was it? Her eyes darted about from her frozen still head, trying to get a glimpse of what was happening. A strange looking creature approached ma, and suddenly all Shrikepaw wanted to do was dash in and rip it to pieces. What was it doing, pestering her mum? Didn't it have any manners?Was it after a fight? It needed to back off. Stat. But, nothing bad happened. All it did was sniff. Then, Twilightstar announced it to be a friendly dog. So that's what a dog looked like. She didn't like it very much. Still, the thing investigated the patrol. Like the walls of the barn itself, she stiffened as it sniffed her. Why would anyone do that? Quite frankly, it was rude. Weird. What a weird animal. Ma let out a call, and two cats arrived.

So, the creature's name was Lassie. It didn't seem like a Lassie. Seemed more like a weirdie-mcweird-face to her. Speaking of, another weirdie-mcweird-face appeared on top of the barn. Though, this one was a cat. He was calling this their home, but didn't he know?! This had been WindClan territory for... Well, since before she was born! Maybe even before mum had been born. Our home, yeah right. Maybe Shrikepaw should make a random den in ShadowClan territory and see how that goes. She held her tongue, the absolute urge to start causing a fuss making her absolutely brim with energy - like a spring ready to go off. Still, her tail was swaying intensely, a clear giveaway to her mental state.

@goodacacia @Undertaker [@/all]

[Luna16]

Snowy stepped forward when she heard the commotion. She hadn't been expecting any visitors today, rats! She didn't have any already hunted mice to offer them! And by the looks of these cats...they certainly needed them. Her gaze scanned their visitors, but it was soft. A warm smile on her maw. Caring and maternal. "Hello," she purred in greeting, "nice ta see more friends! No Littlepaw today?" She remembered the sweet young cat, her and Apple had gotten along swimmingly before! Not that she really understood that phrase or why it worked...but that was besides the point. Now there were new younglings! Snowy Skies trilled happily.

She watched as the others greeted the clan cats, nodding in agreement with Cobra's welcome. "Yes, welcome welcome!" She purred. "What can we do ya for?" She asked, tilting her head to the side curiously. The pure white Norwegian Forest cat towered over the younger cats, but she gave off not a single imposing vibe from her body. Even as she asked her question, her gaze and posture showed it was a simple question.

{ @Moonraven - Twilightstar, et al. | #BarnCats - I figured a hashtag would easier than all these tags LOL }

[squidz]

art by Daragca
/ GRACKLEPAW \
stocky dark gray tabby with a beige overcoat and bright blue eyes; silver tongue t2
[ windclan tunneler apprentice | tomcat | 10 moons | mischievous, charismatic, adventurous ]

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Yuck... this thing REEKED!

While Gracklepaw had practically been buzzing on his feet as they traversed Windy Hills, he wasn't prepared to see a dog — and for one to get so close to him, no less! He was already unsheathing his claws when he heard Twilightstar's command. This one was... friendly? Eh? He'd heard of no such thing. As curious as the 'paw was to try everything and meet everyone, dogs weren't on that list. So the black-and-white creature that smelled very... strange did not escape his squinted eyes as it passed.

And when its long snout got right up in his business, Gracklepaw's blue eyes went wide. Somehow annoyed, curious, and thrilled all the same. He seemed to lock eyes with this pup for a long moment... before it just passed him along, tension dropped. He let out a gusty sigh, dropping his tense shoulders, watching as it simply scampered away. Whoa... Eges and Crows weren't gonna believe that. A whole dog!! Right in front of him! And... he must've been too scary to attack, right? Heh, yeah.

The barn itself was a wonder to him, too. His eyes were like mini moons, wide and reflective, as they took in the Twoleg structure. It loomed like a giant hill, and all the smells of the fresh-cut wood were new to his nose. And... all the other cat smells, too. Instantly curious (and much less unnerved than the dog), Gracks wormed his way through the patrol throng so he could poke his head out and get a good look at 'em.

All these unfamiliar faces and... yeesh, the first cat that'd spoken was even more scarred and torn up than Uncle Crow. What did he just say? ...Lassie? What the heck was a Lassie?

"That's a weird name for a dog... or for anything," the apprentice snorted to himself, maybe a bit louder than he should've. But at least it was about the dog, and not the approaching barn cats.

Were these the ones they were gonna fight? Or were they gonna just talk it out? His tail lashed excitedly, glancing back between Gnawingpaw and Dapplebreeze; he'd been told to stay with them, after all. "D'ya see them, Gnaws? Y'think we're gonna fight 'em?" He whispered conspiratorially to Gnawingpaw, this time being the one to cover his mouth with his paw and only speaking loud enough for his companion to hear. His paw pads were already itching for some excitement, though he'd keep his cool.

[ @Alchemist Kitsune - Dapplebreeze & Gnawingpaw | @crow. - Archipelago (for the fact he sort of responded to him lol ) | @/Moonraven - Twilightstar & Co. ]

[nyme]

SOMETIMES MY MIND DON'T SHAKE AND SHIFT
BUT MOST OF THE TIME IT DOES

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WHITERABBIT . 25 MOONS . SHE/HER . WINDCLAN
LUCKY DUCK T2

Initially, Whiterabbit is thrilled to hear her name called for another task. She loves hearing her own name, she loves tasks. Yay! Yes!! Awesome!!!

....But......it's just..........that this task is boring. It's so boring that she makes extra sure to give Lightningstorm a pathetic look, complete with a suffering sigh, punctuated by a sad wobbly lip, as she otherwise quickly and obediently sets herself to work on the New Task. Because really, no, she doesn't mind (much...) but she can't help playing right now. She's just in too good of a mood. Not even the awful awful bad awful tang of herbs all up in her mouth can dampen her good spirits, though she doesn't bother holding back a few muffled groans about it. No wonder Lightningstorm doesn't eat (???????). These herbs would kill anyone's appetite.

Twilightstar makes the drop-off partway and pushes onward with the rest of the intrepid adventurers. Whiterabbit does her very best here to set down, neatly, everything she would have been counted on to carry. Then comes a long look at Lightningstorm. Then a long, long look at the disappearing backs of the Cats Who All Get To Do The Most Fun Thing Right Now. And another look back at Lightningstorm. Whiterabbit had already been given the go-ahead to ditch her here and catch up with the CWAGTDTMFTRN but is that an alright thing to do really? The last time she'd left Lightningstorm to her own devices, the maniac had gone and invented falcon-fishing. And there's a dog (!) on the loose.

Whiterabbit scans the area and tucks her poor half-tail in conspicuously. She likes a lot of things that are bad for her, but she's learned her lesson with dogs.

"I'm staying here just in case you decide to go dog-hunting next." Whiterabbit announces, even though there is no sign of the dog and likely (hopefully) never will be. All the more reason to hang back; she'd like to see the barn, but she'd love to stay wherever the dog isn't. She...really hadn't thought this through. But, anyway, this means Whiterabbit has time to be annoying about things that aren't her business and for which this arguably isn't the time, since she's not convinced that this loop has been closed yet and there is nobody to stop her. Whiterabbit slips a dumb chatty affect right on, nice and easy.

"I bet that barn's just teeming with mice. I heard the last patrol that went up there came back loaded. I could go for a mouse or two." There, that's a pretty casual way to segue right into what she's really about to get at: "Hmmm. Did you eat today?"

@Alchemist Kitsune ; LIGHTNINGSTORM